The remaining players stood below and watched, with lingering fears.
Some people are grateful that they were not caught, while others are worried about how they will survive in the future.
There are not many smart players among the players, and they use their dexterity to get into cabinets, under beds, and in corners to hide.
The little boy saw them with sharp eyes and reached out to grab them, but was blocked by obstacles. He was a little angry and yelled angrily.
"Damn bugs! These disgusting bugs!"
Blood sprayed on the ground and walls, lighting up the door.
"The door is there!"
"Run!"
Here, people's life and death don't seem to matter.
Everyone was afraid that they could not run fast enough, so they rushed to the door.
Those caught by little boys would be cruelly separated and their bodies scattered everywhere.
Here, they seem to have become real dolls.
No one cares about the life and death of a doll, they don't even deserve to be put on the stage to speak.
Some people hid in the dark for safety.
Most of those who tried to escape were killed or injured.
Someone opened the door with a prop and ran away through the gap.
When we came here, there were dozens of people. Now that we have gone back, we can count them all with one hand.
For safety reasons, they did not act separately, but now they were caught in a trap, and most of them were killed or injured.
Most of those who didn't escape also died.
Several people ran away and panted wildly in the corridor, "Scared...scared me to death!"
It's not dark in the corridor, but it's quiet enough.
This low roar was heard clearly by everyone.
Everyone was silent, except for breathing, there was no extra sound.
So many people died all at once, it's hard to be happy even if you want to.
In the aftermath of the disaster, everyone feels heavy.
"What to do next?"
"I think the previous house is the safest." At least after the little boy falls asleep, he will not attack the player.
This room was so weird, it was obviously not the previous house. When they opened the door, not only was there an irritable little boy inside, but he also brutally killed so many people.
"I agree with you, but aren't you looking for clues?"
"What we need now is to rest. We have just experienced such an incident. I believe everyone is weak in the legs. It is not a wise decision to look for clues at this time."
"Then when do you think it's appropriate to go again? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Who can guarantee that you can survive that long? If we find clues now, the chance of survival will be hundreds of times greater!"
The other party was silent for a moment, his body aching from the injuries he had just suffered from escaping.
"You're right, I mean, let's rest where we are for a few minutes and then check the next room."
After all, no one is sure what monster will be in the room after opening the door.
The other person also fell silent, agreeing with his opinion.
Obtaining clues can indeed avoid many dangers. For example, for Fu Guanmo and Tong Mu, they only need to stay in the room and wait until the last day.
As for Zhou Ziyang, it was obvious that he also got some clues, so he brought such a large group of players to occupy this room.
I have to say that as a C-level player, Zhou Ziyang is indeed somewhat smart.
I got the clues and didn't come alone. I guess I understood that I couldn't occupy this supply point by myself.
He conveniently sold his favor to other players, allowing everyone to show his favor and feel grateful to him.
The few people who had just escaped, after taking a rest, regrouped and opened the door of another room.
This time everyone learned from the previous lesson and did not rush in. They stood at the door and looked inside with flashlights.
Dark room, heavy breathing.
The little boy was lying on the ground with bruises all over his body. When he saw bright light coming in, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked outside.
Huge, flashing angry eyes were fixed on the player at the door. He raised his lips with a strange smile on his face.
Someone reacted quickly and slammed the door.
Then several people ran away in a hurry and didn't stop until they were far away.
After a long silence, someone spoke softly, "How about... let's go back and rest tonight."
"Yes, I agree."
His method was approved by most people, and everyone was ready to go home.
At the same time, they discovered a fatal problem.
"Do you still remember where we came from in the first place?"
Everyone was very silent, looking at the wooden doors of the same style, the deep corridor, and the aisle lights that flashed from time to time. No one spoke.
None of them remember.
When we came out before, because there were so many people and it was lively, everyone believed that they would never forget such a place.
Now I realize what a stupid decision it was not to mark it.
"Can't find the way back?! What should we do!"
Some people give up on themselves.
Although there were many rooms, they didn't dare to open the door anymore because they didn't know how dangerous the scene was inside.
If they encounter a domestic violence scene again, two monsters will beat them.
There are only a few of them, and they are not enough to fill the gap between the teeth of those giants.
They were completely helpless and stood in the corridor looking at each other.
Fortunately, after spending a difficult night in the corridor, when the alarm clock rang at seven in the morning, they were completely restored to the position they were in last night.
Standing on the shelf, motionless.
It's like time has passed, no one moved at all, and they have completely turned into dolls.
It's just that many positions are missing some people, but which people are missing?
These players who don't know each other don't know either.
The player who died in the hands of the little boy last night also turned into a doll again, standing motionless on the shelf.
The surviving players stared at them in curiosity and surprise, with doubts in their eyes.
After all, last night, they watched these people die miserably.
Some people's heads fell off and landed in front of him.
He was so dead, but now he was standing in front of them in good health.
Does this mean that the little boy is not that scary?
In other words, because everyone is a doll, they have unlimited lives?
Everyone was filled with doubts. The little boy got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and did exactly the same thing as yesterday.
After doing this, he opened the box as usual.
The people who were originally lying inside were gone. He rolled his eyes, turned the box over, and shook it upside down.
After a long time, I put down my hand dejectedly.
"The princess is missing, my princess doll..."
The little boy threw the box aside and began to search on the shelf again, trying to find his princess doll, but unfortunately, there was none.